on the bus
your hands met mine
our bodies touched
that trip was one of my favorites

on the bus
when we kissed
*******
your mouth covered mine

on the bus
we didn't care who looked
dubstep in our ears
you are mine

forever

on the bus

Were all I ever wanted,
But this silence,
It kills me.
Doesn't it to you?
Lack of conversations,
No more words pour from your,
Mouth.
So I write them instead.
Writing what you might say,
If I tried to reconnect,
I know I won't ever....

Your life poetry is calling my name
And like the pen in my hand
You scribble away at my heart

My lonely heart
My oh so lonely heart
You took me in

How could I ever repay you for that
Never could I
Or will I ever

See your body like the paper I doodle on
The oh so fragile body that you have marked
With tattooed arms and legs

And pierced ears and lips
So unnatural
You call my name

My lonely heart
Oh my oh so lonely heart
Is broken for you

please, tell me you love me
that you'll never leave
perhaps
i'll stay too

A soft rain falls
From the light gray sky.
If you don't look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.
Water running in small
Rivers down the hill and
Across the grass.
Like veins of blood
Circulating to a beating
Heart.
Thick, big drops of
Waterfall from the
Tree branches.
In puddles there are
Ripples.
And yet...
if you don't look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.

A soft rain falls
From the light grey sky.
If you don’t look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.
Water running in small
Rivers down the hill and
Across the grass.
Like veins of blood
Circulating to a beating
Heart.
Thick, big drops of
Water fall from the
Tree branches.
In puddles there are
Ripples.
And yet…
If you don’t look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.

Dark, melancholy story of a shadow.

The stony smile was so mystical yet distant.
It's cold castle of rage was eternal.
All alone, like an eclipse at twilight.
It's voice of courage giving in to disaster.
Left in an evergreen sea of fire.

the thing i regret the most
is l o s i n g you.
i held the most beautiful flower in my hands
and tossed it to the wind.
how cool it was to be your best friend.
thank you for that.
and iv’e tried mustering the courage to say something to you
but every time i see that blank look
on your beautiful face
i want to to stab myself for what
I did.
i did this to us…
didn’t i?
but if we are strangers,
would you let me meet you again.
if i bumped in to you by “accident”
and said sorry in a way that made you talk
to me
how would you respond?
if i was given the chance to rid myself of this anger and resentment,
would you take me back then?
if i wrote books of poetry,
and every one of them were labeled
"SORRY"
would you take me back then?
i can’t take this anymore,
she isn’t for me,
you were…
i see that now.
grant me your forgiveness,
i understand if you
don’t.
but just know that i am sorry
even if sorry isn’t
enough.

Answer me,
Look into my eyes when you speak to me,
Or I to you,
Let me know how you feel,
Talk to me please,
And secrets of us only,
For us.

Maybe later we will understand,
The thoughts in each other's heads,
With out the use of frustration,
To convey our empty hearts,
And our empty hands.

Let the space in our hearts,
Be expressed out in the air,
Like the visible breath on a winters day.

And the space between our fingers,
Be told like fable,
And filled with each other's stories.

Just because
You put spaces in the middle
Of your sentences
Does not give you
The right to call it
Poetry

Standing tall now,
Heart pulsing.
Beating.
Pending.
The tick and
Loading like
A buffer on a
Computer screen.

Insides screaming,
Butterflies kicking.
My guts are in
Pieces-
Floating inside of me.
Burning-
My skin is on fire.
And I start to
S P E A K.

Like a hot stove
You burned me
And still
I wanted more of you
Like a suicidal star
Super nova of love

sure it was the worst of times
it was also the best

sure i broke hearts
but found one that is made of silver

sure im confused
but i still had dreams about you

sure this poem makes no sense
but it will to you

I write poems in the middle of class.
And write lists of things that
Rhyme with your name.
I don’t know if im gonna pass,
I just wanna know if you feel the same pain.
Because after you left the cast
Of characters in my life,
The acts and scenes just haven’t been the same.
That you would forgive and give me another chance,
Is all I ask;
Because with you around
I feel like I have so much fame.
But now I know I have just one task:
Try and forget all the times we made;
I’m gonna try. Real. Hard. To forget your name.

I will bite down on my knuckles till they bleed,
I will try to forget all of the things we’ve seen.
I will bite down on the end of my pen
Until it busts;
And there is black ink in my mouth.
I will spit as much as I can.
I will swish around some water
And spit some more.

And it’s these tantrums I throw when I
Don’t get my way.
These tantrums I throw that will
Never make anything okay.

I’m gonna try real hard to forget your name.

thanks for encouraging my imagination and creativity
when you basically told me i *******

I want to...
Forget everything that has happened,
Forget everything,
Isn't that what they say?
Ignorance is bliss?
Or am I just confusing terms,
Like I did when I was with you.

It is so hard to tell what is,
The difference,
Between pain,
And laughter,
Because even when you laugh,
That ring and shine to it,
Is just gone....

The bells of your voice overpowering then,
Are lost somewhere,
Perhaps I stole it, eh?
Like you stole my heart,
That was so long ago,
And the pain of now overpowers those memories.

I remember the brightness of your voice,
I remember the color of your eyes,
I remember the way you liked to be held,
What?
Oh yes,
Even those half-way hugs,
The quick ones before you took your bus home,
I remember those too.
But do you?

I wonder if you would let me return what was stolen.
I wonder and think,
And think and wonder aloud,
Sometimes in my sleep.
Would you let me give you back your bells?

I miss the ring of your voice,
I even listen hard in class for you to speak out,
Just to hear you.
Just to listen to the sweet,
But hurt,
Words that come from your mouth.

Silence hurts far worse than any,
Guilt,
Or mourning.
Please speak.
Please.

Why is the bird able to fly,
When it can always crash?
Why is it able to go so high,
Only to come down and be smashed?

The bird I found,
Probably a Robin I think.
Was killed from a hound,
Or some other natural thing,
Either way it was downed.

My thoughts said to bury it,
Let it Rest In Peace,
But I couldn't come to bear it,
And instead let it be.

Then I realized one thing,
A price is to paid for living,
Everything that goes up must come down,
And ultimately we all have to come to grips,
When death comes around.

The world is full of
Kings and Queens
Who blind your choices
And steal your dreams.
They put fake crowns
On our heads.
Soon all of these towns
Will be full of dread.
Shh…
Don’t move.
Everyone stay quiet.
No one play a tune.
No one write a poem.
No one sing a song.
No one do a dance.
But I won’t buy it.
Somewhere in this lonely world,
There has to be a sound.
Even in this science and math world,
There has to be some color.
Even if I am the last artist in the world,
I will do my part.

I find peace is when I
Write.
The pen is no longer a
Pen.
My mouth is no longer a
Mouth.
The pen is a mouth,
Talking.
Not only talking but,
Screaming.
And sometimes it’s only
Whispering.
Sometimes I write what happened that
Day.
But mostly I write about my
Past.
Trying to collect my memories on
Paper.
Putting the stories in chronological
Order.
Trying. Always trying to
Remember.

Spilled off the page,
There in the grass.
All the a’s, b’s, c’s
Lay alone.
The words spun around my head and
Helped me forget
All the things I hate to think of.
Spread out across the leaves,
My imagination
Lay alone.
And cold.
So I picked back up the
Letters
And words
And sentences,
Till they formed
Back together again.

Things Fall Down,
And Get Up
Again Before It’s
Too Late To
Be Fou­nd Again.

Things Fall Down,
What If They
Didn’t Get Up
Again? Wh­ere Would
I Be Now?

Things Fall Down.
So Get Up
The Next Time
Yo­u Fall. Make
A Next Time.

Thinking
Thinking
Waking up
Thinking
Eating breakfast
Thinking
Doing schoolwork
Thinking
Why can't I stop thinking
Because its in me
My natural inclination
Thinking
Still thinking
Please just stop
Then
Silence
As a another thought
RUSHES THROUGH MY HEAD

Sun, stars, moon, light, darkness, beauty.
Sky, clouds, birds, wind, expansiveness.
Mountains, snow, waterfall, strength.
Trees, nests, leaves,
                                   Fall,
                                           Fall,
                                                   Ground, dirt, people, animals,
And as I sit to wonder and wander in these things,
Here with my paper and pen,
Lying in a hammock,
Thinking, pondering, wondering,
Done.

She likes the smell of cigarettes and cologne.
And she will stay up all night on her phone.
She has long hair, longer than anyone here,
We would jump off of cliffs,
Cuz you would never show any fear.

I’m sitting at the bottom—
Thinking of you,
I’m sitting at the bottom—
Crying over you.

I sigh,
As you start to cry.
Telephone wires keep our conversation high.
I throw my phone,
After you say goodbye.
But in my ear
I can still hear,
The ‘end call’ tone.

Find notebook
Rip everything out of it
Tear the pages to tiny pieces
Light the tiny pieces on fire
**** on the fire to put it out
Leave ash and puddle of **** on floor
Forget about dreams of becoming a writer
Lay down and cry

Tomorrow we will leave school and go to the woods
Tomorrow I will take your hand in mine
Tomorrow I will love you like no other
Tomorrow I will forget my spirit
Tomorrow I will be with, in, on, for you
Tomorrow I will give you a letter
Explaining my love

Tears are strange things,
Related to the ocean,
Salty, wet, leaving tracks from your eyes,
To as far as you let them run,
Before you wipe them away.

But there are many types of tears,
Oh, you didn't know?
Let me guess,
You thought,
"Oh a weeping and a crying,
Are all the same thing!"

I tell you now,
There are many types of tears,
The tears of a widow,
Or those extremely loud ones,
From the small, innocent eyes of a babe.

From orphan,
Crying himself to sleep at night,
The adopted child,
Confused.

From the disappointed mother and father,
Knowing their son or daughter,
Drowning in ignorance and not even caring.
Do they not know their selfishness,
Causes such woe from their parents?

Or the tears running black with makeup,
Down, falling across a broken heart,
And falling,
Shattered on the ground.
As if, those tears some how compensated,
His forever,
That ended much too soon.

And still the tears that fall into the casket,
Or into the grass beside the gravestone,
Those tears send flooding with them,
Memories,
Oh the memories,
All rush at once from the greiver's eyes.

Tears are a strange thing,
Don't you know?

Bottom lip puckered,
Begging for things
Wanted and needed.

Wanting-
Pleasure,
Reassurance,
Another chance.
"Is it too far away?"
I ask,
Wanting-
An answer.

Needing-
A reason to
Smile,
Laugh,
Live.
Needing-
A reason.

She ran like the whiskey down my throat
Every day I craved more of her
And yet she left my mouth dry

“CONFUSED” “BOSSY”
“FAKE”
“CREATIVE”
“INDEPENDENT”
“A­NGRY” “POETIC”
“UNIQUE”
“RUDE” “DEPENDANT” “MEAN”
“­ANNOYING”
“UGLY” “GROUCHY” “****”
“IRRESPONSIBLE”
“GOING TO DO GREAT THINGS.”

Leave your mark on me.
Your finger tips
Between mine.
Your lips on bare skin
Like pen on bare paper.
Write me a poem.

I start writing
I express my life
If only
You could see
Me for who
I am

She is just a corpse now,
Skipping class,
She doesn't care if she'll pass.

He is wondering away,
Being called things like '******' and 'gay',
Oh the power of words he realized,
Right before he pulled that trigger, tied that noose, sharpened that blade.

She walks lonely, her mind filled with thoughts,
All of them slow, Idealistic,
And yet no one will listen.

For him it was the words,
For her the thoughts,
That drove them both insane, mad, crazy,
Drove them both to suicide.

But both had something in common,
They are both no longer alive.